first circle
It's funny how I left this blog many years ago now. An entry saved as draft was last posted in September 2006 -- that must have been the time I left this blog name stamped on the black background and left the web site empty and waiting.
I return to it now and like the title, it has aged over the years and after watching Julie and Julia, reading other blogs and seeing how project-oriented this genre seems to be, mine has been here all along, ready for the day I come home.
The first full circle I can find as I look around my office and think about the organizing work I have undertaken, is this actual blog itself. I have come back to the beginning, to what I have posted yet couldn't publish, to this empty space filled with memories in the vault of drafts and jobs past. One job, one place that broke my heart.
And here I am again, full circle. The ironies are endless and nascent. What brought me here was a friend and needing a login to give her comments and support. Now, there's just me and this other world out there, of people writing, processing, sharing.
I've struggled to find a forum in which to write openly and publicly. At least, I think I have found it. Do you have to be my friend? I've LJ'd and myspaced and occasionally noted here and there. I thought the problem was in corporatized space, the homogeny of acquaintances, the need to impress literary Joneses. I realize now I needed the right theme.
I return to it now and like the title, it has aged over the years and after watching Julie and Julia, reading other blogs and seeing how project-oriented this genre seems to be, mine has been here all along, ready for the day I come home.
The first full circle I can find as I look around my office and think about the organizing work I have undertaken, is this actual blog itself. I have come back to the beginning, to what I have posted yet couldn't publish, to this empty space filled with memories in the vault of drafts and jobs past. One job, one place that broke my heart.
And here I am again, full circle. The ironies are endless and nascent. What brought me here was a friend and needing a login to give her comments and support. Now, there's just me and this other world out there, of people writing, processing, sharing.
I've struggled to find a forum in which to write openly and publicly. At least, I think I have found it. Do you have to be my friend? I've LJ'd and myspaced and occasionally noted here and there. I thought the problem was in corporatized space, the homogeny of acquaintances, the need to impress literary Joneses. I realize now I needed the right theme.
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